This was it.
The home of those who had ripped him apart, limb by limb.
Gothic dark castles stretched as far as his eyes could see, covered in black soot, while the ground was like a gem:
A gem of crimson red, where various Knulls moved around in flocks.
In the distance, mountains held bubbling streams of lava that snaked through the domain like water paths.
The skies above were grey and gloomy, red lightning flashing with every passing heartbeat.
The aura of it all did nothing but nauseate Ryuk.
Fiery rage bloomed through his soul as memories flashed in his head, confirmed by familiar objects within the domain.
He threw his head downward and then,
ROOOOOOAAAARRRRRR!!!
Shockwaves rippled outward, blasting the gothic castles within a kilometer radius into the sky.
Many Knulls collapsed instantly from the sonic force, only to be swept away by the force.
His maws opened wide, massive flames pouring out as a gigantic ball of white flames rapidly formed.
